The kid's energy was inspirational at best. Maybe Rick had just been worn and rugged from the adapted years of malnourishment, sleepless nights, and general deterioration of life in a world were Walkers owned the earth. It was just new to see that Stiles hadn't been completely soured by life or their current predicament. Not yet at least, and for that, Rick also feared for him in the same way he was concerned for his own son. Survival was key but in order to stay alive you needed to strip apart pieces of your humanity.
That wasn't something he wished on the youth or anyone else.
His smirk turned grim, as Rick would love nothing more than to make sure that Stiles stayed alive, however, in his heart, the former deputy knew that there were things out of his control. In the past he may have made promises but not now. He would do what he could, and that was arm Stiles with the skills he could in order to survive.
"Let's start with the basics? We've had it easy with what the town's been providin', but there's no tellin' how long that'll hold up." That was still just nagging him in the back of his mind. Why the hell had the town provided them with substance to live if they were just to be reaped on? "Things like picking a camp, building a shelter and a fire. You know how to do any of that?"
Stiles had made it apparent that he'd read more than his fair share of books. If he'd covered something already in research Rick didn't want to waste his time.